Friday, March 14, 2008

Paths



PATHS
You are like a feather,
just floating through time.
Many centuries pass,
with no clock to wind.

Demons hear every thought.
Speak in silent word.
Blind eyes see you coming,
but my eyes are blurred.

Time is quick - I must go.
We must meet one day.
On your world or in mine.
Time will only say.

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